SUBMARINE

We were driving on a two lane highway on the Olympic Peninsula and came to an abrupt halt. The line of traffic had no beginning that we could see and cars were piling up behind us. We sat in the Jeep and chatted. That's the thing about this vacation . . . no schedule, no place to be, no appointments, no stress.

All the cars in our lane were stationery and people actually started getting out of them and carrying on conversations with each other. We were fascinated. That does not happen at home, ever.

What is a Roderick to do? Get out and join in the fun, of course. Scott and the girls jumped out while I knitted in the hole. People were walking by me toward where they thought the event that was holding up traffic was occurring. I was enthralled with the feel of wool running through my fingers as the activity was enfolding around me.

Scott and the girls came back, got in the car and said, "You won't believe why we're stopped. It is a draw bridge and a U.S. submarine just went through. Not nuclear, but still cool. We missed seeing it by a few minutes. Traffic should be up and going shortly."

That's the Roderick's. A day late and a dollar short.